As the hot Nevada summer progressed and as thirty-seven-year-old Julia Manis weakened steadily, she began to become really afraid; afraid of how far into danger her fanatical hunger might take her. With increasing anxiety, she watched as her emotional state fought madly against an overwhelming tide of foreboding whenever she found herself at home late in the...
The name is Adara Ibrahim, and I'm a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in criminal psychology. Presently I work as an addictions counsellor with the Department of Social Services. That's a fifty-eight-thousand-dollar-a-year job by the way. I'm only...
My name is Azizah Suleiman, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in Somaliland in 1989 and my family moved to the Confederation of Canada in 2000. This beautiful nation has been my home ever since, and I've grown fond of it. These days, I study criminal justice at Carleton University and...
When I got to my desk that day, I took the card she had given me out of my bag and laid it gently upon the cold metal surface. It was heat itself, spreading its fingers of warmth over that ice and melting it. I stared at that card "Amy Drexler, Attorney" for what seemed like hours. But apparently it was not. Finally I tore myself from my revere and went to...
Her screen name was Kitten. She had been my online friend now for a month giving her age as twenty on the night we met. On several occasions she had showed me her face in private chat. I could see her long light brown hair falling to her shoulders and her full lips. I go by the screen name Miss T. I had allowed Kitten to see my face in the same private chat...
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Preface: This is a story about two sweet college girls who live in a dorm and are best friends. In the spirit of a child-like Valentine's Day romance between very close friends they plan a special evening together. An unexpected event turns the conversation to the subject of girl-girl sex and whether either has ever thought about the other in that way. Both...
At this moment in time, my hands shaking on the keyboard, I muse. I romanticize that I am going to see her. Then the romance goes away, and I see the facts, not the emotions. The reality kicks in. Oh yeah, she was serious. She doesn't want me and for good reason. She is in a 24 hour in patient program with no date of release. In the dream, this fantasy tha...
Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what c...
Hardly seems fair to put this in Lesbian Sex category since there is so little sex. Hope you will read it anyway since it's by far the most honest thing I've ever written. And I promise to make up for it with lots of sex in the next one. I gazed at the dimly lit sleeping body next to me for several seconds before deciding it was time to go. He wasn't goin...